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My Home Town ukulele

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#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
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 <9212111720.AA04435@csd4.csd.uwm.edu>
To: backstreets@fuggles.acc.virginia.edu, jamesb@nevada.edu
Subject: CRD: My Hometown (Springsteen)


Bruce Springsteen

MY HOMETOWN  (from the album "Born in the USA")
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NOTE:  Taken from the book Springsteen Complete.

INTRO:  E/A A     E/A A     D  A  E  Esus E    Esus E    A    D

I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
      E/A   A            E/A A                D    A     E

Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
         Esus E          Esus E               A     D

I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town
    E/A   A               E/A A           D           A             E

He'd tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
     Esus E             Esus E              A         D

This is your hometown,          this is your hometown
        A               E/A A           D    A   E

This is your hometown,          this is your hometown
        Esus E          Esus E          A        D     E/A  A


In `65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a Saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown, my hometown, my hometown

Now Main Street's whitewashed windows and vacant stores
    F#m                                   E/A A           E/A  A

Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more
      F#m                                   E/A  A             E/A  A

They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
        D                              E/A       A             E/A  A

Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain't coming back to
        D                                  A                E

Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown

Last night me and Kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I'm thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good look around
This is your hometown
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